User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/The Warmblood Games/@comment-3148757-20111216195834/@comment-4677325-20111216200044

Denrael gives a groan, pushing the dead bird from him, he looks at his broken arm and leg. His vision is blurred, and he can't see much of the damage, but he slowly and painfully pulls the javelin from the birds throat, before he blacks out into the cold, dark world of unconsciousness.